Bon Jonah

Sad to see the day has started Like I'm swallowed up The sun looks like an accusation Pouring hate on us Though the later I'm awake, it makes it easier to hide Won't have to reckon with my problems If I refuse to try Can't communicate clear and concise (Interpret a stuttering voice) Embarrassed to live in my mind (A stain on anything I touch) Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? (Doesn't that make it worse, if it's all in my head?) Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? (Loose stitching) Why should I move at all, dragging loved ones in? (Find myself curled up, choking on marigold) How could it get much worse if it's all in my head? (Loose stitching) The plot gets lost in the theory Misinterpreting everything (a short talk or a firing squad) It can't be all that you're meaning (decoded in the short and long) A camera flash to show a sin I already regret (Although I haven't done it yet) I'd rather mitigate the chance (Sit still and shut the f*ck up) Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? (Doesn't that make it worse, if it's all in my head?) Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? (Loose stitching) Why should I move at all, dragging loved ones in? (Find myself curled up, choking on marigold) How could it get much worse if it's all in my head? (Loose stitching) The cutaway is a scene of myself on the floor Grip the carpet 'til it won't hold it's shape any More time wasted on avoidance Keep your distance, stay away The quick solution seems the strongest There's no guilt if there's no me, and Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or am I making it up? (Doesn't that make it worse, if it's all in my head?) Has something gone wrong, gone wrong, or is it nothing again? (Loose stitching) Why should I move at all, dragging loved ones in? (Find myself curled up, choking on marigold) How could it get much worse if it's all in my head? (Loose stitching) Sad to see the day has started Like I'm swallowed up The sun looks like an accusation Pouring hate on us There's no point to try to speak I'll hold the word until it dies Won't have to reckon with my problems If I refuse to try